Elizabeth Natchez Find A Prostitute ❤️

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What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

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My mother also told the story of a high-class prostitute whose son had spent his life in European boarding schools. A chance visit to Natchez.

Man, I get bittersweet mad sometimes when I see the old charm fade with time... but then, boom! I catch a glimpse of a new mural on Pine St. trazing the past with colors of the future. And that sparks my joy, ya feel me?

Natchez National Historical Park kicks off National Park Week April 19 through 27